Tra Me e Te

Maybe it's the deep night, with slow music coming from the radio, playing on air;
maybe because there's no specific time to think if you have serious thoughts weighing on you.
There's no dictionary, no vocabulary to find the words
so excuse me if they're poorly written, but you still understand me anyway, you're like me!
I'd like to explain to you that growing up in the outskirts' bars,
rejected by school, sometimes thrown into strange company,
means that there's no feeling that finds a space inside
so you have to be patient and teach me what this feeling is.
This something between me and you, that's not a habit,
that keeps me up at night and I don't care at all,
that if you don't call and don't show up there's no reason,
even music doesn't help me feel good. Not even a song.
It must mean something if time flies with you
and I wouldn't be with another, I couldn't do it even if I wanted to
and sitting in the car talking for hours, I almost like it as much as making love,
which is a word I don't know how to pronounce, I'm confused about what it means,
but I think you'll find it anyway if you look inside yourself.
This something between me and you that digs into my rust,
that's not part of the things I know
and there's no home and no company, and friend, friend or whoever it is,
so tell me where my place is, I want an answer